Predestined for the mafia boss

Marriage Contract

Yurich

The feeling of having a gun pointed against your head is never forgotten. In reality, it is insurmountable and for many, this kind of emotion is impossible to hold. The problem for men like me is to live both sides of the sensation, the one who has his head made of target and the one who holds the gun knowing that a measly blow on the trigger will open a huge hole in someone’s skull, making pieces of the brain splash against their face.

The old man who will call himself my father-in-law, you know, is an old fox with a habit of hunting the stupidity of this dinner, is precisely for this, point the gun against my head and see how much I am willing to protect his daughter. If it was a boy, I’d probably end up pissing my pants, but I respect him.

Already the woman who kept my mind terrified during recent times seems to have been haunted too and this feeling of victory is worth it. I raise my eyebrow to Nabukov who opens a scrotum smile when he starts reading.

"The first part of the contract refers to the material goods, the two remain with their distinct inheritances and in case of children the heir of the two families becomes the first son man."

"I agree." I nod positively.

I hope to hear her voice, but she’ll keep quiet waiting for a war at any moment.

"The second part refers to the rights of Lyana Rodrigues Svein as Mrs. Lyana Rodrigues Svein Romanov.

Clause one: It will remain acting in its profession within the hospital area through the protection of the two families. Except in case of pregnancy for the protection of future heirs.

Clause two: During the period negotiated in this document Yurich Romanov undertakes to maintain the security of the same, if it is injured and depending on the physical injury it will receive punishments stipulated by the father and responsible for the inheritance thereof."

"In this case, it is only fair that the punishment be negotiated between us, after all, I do not want my brother dead, let alone the image of our family stained with a debt." Nureyev cuts it off.

He raises his eyebrow, however, raising the glass of vodka in agreement with my brother.

"We’ll make the change then."

"Next clause or something?"

"The next chapter refers to matrimonial rights and duties"

"Want to tell me what to do at my wedding Svein?" I question.

The old man a smile puts the leaves on the table pushing them towards me while holding the other hand under the table. The same way I feel the silencer barrel against my knee, I know my brother is pressing Glock against him.

"Let’s make it clear that this marriage only occurs because Lyana accepted the agreement and the moment she wants it can be undone, there are men with rights much better than you Yurich"

"Daddy" the velvety voice attracts our attention.

The movements of the princess putting her hand on her father’s to remove the papers from the middle of the table, lifting the defiant gaze in my direction, is exciting. She finally turns around giving me full attention while stretching the briefcase, I make sure to touch her fingers admiring the way that wire of electricity passes between us.

Just as a month ago this beautiful woman is still as affected by me as I am by her.

"Mr. Romanov it is clear our goal with this marriage is to increase power against common enemies, nothing guarantees that it does fulfill something outside of these roles beyond our obligations to the mafia."

I hear Nureyev’s sigh and feel like beating the bastard for drooling on her, yes, the lady of my house will be Lyana. I bite my lips, puzzled.

"Don’t you think I’ll be a good husband?" I raise my eyebrow.

"I do not expect miracles, Mr. Romanov, I am a woman of science and this is based on facts, in which a year from now we will return to this restaurant to sign the end of this contract" she indicates the folder in a silent request to continue reading the terms.

"I sign these papers accepting all terms with two conditions Miss Svein." I declare feeling the taste of the challenge on the tip of my tongue.

"And what would they be?" The full lashes beat quickly making the rounded face become something adorable...

Adorable?! What a f*****g word is that.

I take the rest of the vodka not to take courage, but to clear my throat needing to clear these crazy thoughts.

"You will live in my house and as soon as you sign these papers we will go to the registry office to make our union official."

"Getting married now?" she widens her eyes.

"No ceremony?" Nabukov questions giving her a meaningful look.

"Your daughter has just said in different ways that I am a man unable to maintain a marriage even if it is based on a contract, moreover, it seems not to care about the same as long as our organizations thrive," I gesture with my hands between us"So what is the need for a ceremony?"

I see the moment when he blinks confirming each of his ideas and as if he needed a breath to take courage, he shakes his head after biting his pink lips.

"Sign the papers and let’s go to Mr Romanov’s house."

I control the desire to open a smile in front of their little challenges, I open the folder and check the first parts that we had read, then some interesting topics that I make a point of memorizing.

/If Yurich Romanov does not commit to maintaining fidelity during the period agreed in the contract, he will pay a value of 1,000,000,000 US dollars/

/If Lyana Svein is touched against her will by her then-husband Yurich Romanov, the person responsible for the same in the case Nabokov Svein has the right to kill the same, staying with the Bratva organization the youngest son of the Romanov family/

/Neither of the two parties may break the contract until the deadline stipulated/

I see that in other roles the old man put by minors who will give me a headache, but at the moment want to take my bride home.

In the blank I sign the full name, close the folder pasting it sideways, I rise giving back on the table and as a good future husband helps Lyana to get up, my hand quickly finds her hip.

"Come on gentlemen, we still have a wedding to be held on this beautiful night". I say leading knowing he’s coming after us.

"If I wasn’t seeing it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it if someone told me that Yurich Romanov is anxious to get married." Nabokov makes a point of poking.

"Don’t be so critical Svein, the sooner we start our work we will finish," I reply calmly.

I feel her body intending against my hand, even if I want to say something, I can’t, I can’t let others see how it affects me, not in the middle of the war. But in our house, I will make Lyana wish to stay and never leave my arms.